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[nny]

Gonna be AFK from tomorrow until er... probably Tuesday. Going to WOMAD festival to be all steward-y and run around in a flourescent tabard.

Smaller has passed on a stomach bug to Jock Jock and meself, which is lovely... I'm hoping I feel better tomorrow, because stomach bug and festival toilets... could be sincerely not pretty. I need to go shopping tomorrow for all the sensible things - torch, noodles, suncream and the like. I haven't been to a festival in about four years, so this is gonna be novel. My dad's going on the Friday, apparently, so I'm hoping I'll have time off to speak to him - as far as I know it's three 8 hour shifts between Thursday and Monday, for which I get a free ticket to the festival and feeding, a meal for every shift. Not Bad. And Smaller and I have a five man tent to share, which means we get a bedroom each. Heh. And Bigger's coming too, and her blokey is giving us a lift in his landrover.

Starting to get excited, now. XD

So yeah - I'm around for a bit now, doing application forms and the like, so any random comment chatter would be much appreciated. Sad as it sounds, even only for five days... I'm gonna miss you guys! Also, anyone with more recent festival experience than me, reminders of what I'm gonna need'd be appreciated.

Comments

[emmlet.livejournal.com]

I have to go to school soon, but what up, sai? Because I am tired, when I first read your entry I thought you were going to a Wombat Festival, which would actually have been pretty cool.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

HEE! Ooh, that would be good. One wonders what would be done at a wombat festival.

I never used to think they were animals. I thought they were bizarre weapons, like bommyknockers.

[emmlet.livejournal.com]

death by wombat. he wields a mighty wombat. look out! wombat! how did she die? a WOMBAT hit her INNA FACE!

ok, you're right. it's much funnier if they're bizarre weapoons.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I decree that Voldemort must have a wombat, in the final book. It'd be ACE.

[emmlet.livejournal.com]

"Harry, we have to find the last horcrux, but where could it be?"

"Oh, honestly, boys, haven't you ever read Hogwarts, A History?" Hermione sighs impatiently. "The last horcrux is CLEARLY Voldemort's pet wombat, Shati!"

Ron gapes.

"That's bloody brilliant, Hermione."

Harry's eyes narrow, and in his chest the beast of rage mauls the beast of teenage love until it is Stone Dead. An ex-lust beast. Not just pining for the fjords. He whips out his wand.

"Come on, then. It's time... TO GET THAT WOMBAT!"